Wednesday, June 13, 2007

What Else Can I Say?

I was tagged for the 8 Things Meme by Sara of The Estrogen Files. She tagged me about 23 years ago, but I haven't forgotten and I am here to make good on my threat promise for more inane tidbits about moi. The permutations of this meme have spread logarithmically, and I think almost everyone has done the 5 or 8 or 76 weird/random/gross/felonious/habitual things about themselves, and I think I may have completed the "5 random things meme" at some point. However, just because Sara is early pregnant and sick, I will come up with 8 completely NEW and IMPROVED things about myself. Did I not just make your day? Thought so. As an added bonus, I will make this "The Anniversary Edition" in honor of the big number ten that I will be celebrating with Rob tomorrow.

The Rules:

Each player lists 8 facts/habits about themselves. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning before those facts/habits are listed. At the end of the post, the player then tags 8 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.

Just The Facts, Ma'am - Anniversary Edition:

1. Rob and I have dishwasher-loading styles that are diametrically opposed. I can't abide the way he puts the dishes in, and he is none too fond of my method, and, both being convinced that our own way is the right way, we are unwilling to change our methods. So it has come down to this: We cannot be in the kitchen together if one of us is loading the dishwasher. We are talking matter/anti-matter here, friends. It's a good thing that we recognized the enormity of this situation early in our marriage - it may have saved one of us from spontaneous combustion.

2. I have man hands. They're not beefy, but my palms are very broad and my fingers are long. My hands are bigger than almost everyone I meet - except for Rob. That's how I knew to marry him.

3. Rob wore a kilt to our wedding. He has some smokin' kilt legs -- it must be all the running. Luckily, my legs were decently covered. It was the least I could do for my fellow citizens.

4. Rob talks in his sleep, as do his sisters, and our children. He once asked me, What does the EKG show? It must be a genetic trait, just like sleep-drooling on my side. Our children's future spouses are in for some interesting bed-fellows. And yes, I do hear the secrets that he keeps. When he's talking in his sleep. (Name that song and artist!)

5. We delight in using obscure historical references in our daily conversations. Rob has always said that his interest in me was piqued when I actually understood a joke he made about the Maginot Line. That was at dinner the night before we toured Gettysburg with his sister. 'Cause that's how we roll . . .

6. If we are watching television or a movie, and something funny is going on, I always look over at Rob while I am laughing. I am checking to see if he is laughing. I used to think this made me some kind of weird, co-dependent laugher or something, until I realized that I laugh at funny things even when he is not around. I am obviously capable of independent laughter, but I still look over at him every single time. I finally realized it's because I want him to be enjoying the program as much as me. That, and because laughing all alone just makes you seem crazy after a while.

7. Rob has an amazing ability to block out all ambient noise and concentrate on one thing, like reading a book or journal article. I absolutely cannot do that. Even though I am the biggest multi-tasker in the family, I cannot read while the television is on, and, sadly, it is always the book that gets the shaft in favor of TV. (Although it's a little better now that The Boy broke our upstairs television. I enjoy TV, but not enough to drag myself to the toy-riddled basement.)

8. We have spent a lot of time apart in the course of our relationship. We dated for three and a half years, and in all that time we did not spend more than seven consecutive days where we saw each other. We were a thousand miles apart for the whole year before our wedding, and we spent nine months apart when he was called up for the reserves. Plus, there have been all the smaller separations due to the Navy or his career. I am always so happy to see his car pull into the driveway at the end of the day, because I know the alternative. Absence certainly made this heart grow fonder, but I'm pretty sure I can maintain our level of fondness without the separations. (Hurry home, honey!)

So there you have it, and that plus $3.50 will get you a (small) coffee. I am not going to tag anyone, because I know everyone has done one of the variations. But if you catch a wild hare and want to come up with another list, let me know in the comments.


  1. Very Sweet! The last one is very special. The others made me laugh. My books always lose out to TV too. That's why I've only read ONE book off my spring reading list. Oh well, maybe the summer reading list will fare better.

  2. Great list. I completely relate to the dishwasher differences. I have learned to let go and just appreciate a full dishwasher that had nothing to do with me. But I know my way is the most efficient way.

  3. For the record, Aimee does not really have man hands. :)

  4. Oh girl, you are funny. I'm with you on the dishwasher thing. I won't let the husband anywhere near ours. Which I believe was his master plan all along.

  5. Anonymous8:43 AM

    Of course leave it to me to supply:
    "Talking in Your Sleep" by The Romantics. Cuz that's the way *I* roll....
    love you Aim! Thanx for the B-day card- I will have to call soon!
    Love, Kimmy

    PS we have similar dishwasher dysfunction in our house, as well!
    PPS man hands here, too! woo-hoo!

  6. Sheesh...Wayne calls ME man hands, too!

  7. Good list! And thanks for the props. Dishwasher differences - so totally get it! Books win over TV here, and I watch for Hubbers to laugh at what I laugh at - especially when it's my OWN joke!!

  8. aww you guys are awesome!

    oh, and that laughing-while-looking-at-the-person-your-with thing? i do it too! maybe its genetic in our fam, cause i look at whatever other person is with me, just so I know I'm not enjoying all by my lonesome. Cause laughter is definitely better with company!


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